Non-School Uniform Day (MTF)

Friday - The Last Day of the Term

Tom slumped into his blue plastic chair, which bent as he lent back; He was sporting a pair of charcoal tracksuit bottoms and a plain baggy t-shirt. It was the last day of term and it was non-uniform day. He flicked his brown, shaggy, almost mullet like hair away from his face and pulled his mask over his nose. The bell rang for 1st period and he had Maths, luckily for Tom he sat next to his best friend, Ollie. He had a much more cleaner and tidied up look than Tom. This morning, he picked out some grey cargos, an Adidas t-shirt and styled his short brunette hair into fluffy curtains.

"I can't be arsed for today man... I don't care if it's non uniform day I just wanna relax." Muttered Tom, half asleep.

"Nah today's gonna be chill, it's the last day and non-uniform day so the teachers won't care." Replied Ollie.

Students continued to scurry through the door, complimenting each other's outfits and hair. Along came Chloe, Tom secretly had a crush on her but immediately began to bicker to make Ollie think otherwise.

"What's Chloe wearing? They shouldn't have brought back flares, it makes girls look like they're from the 70s."

Ollie quickly responded trying to shut him down, "Sure."

Chloe was wearing full black. Flared leggings and a plain baby tee; cloaked over her was a matching black jacket with hazel faux fur coating the collar and cuffs. She placed her leather handbag under her desk and took out her pencil case.

"RIGHT." The teacher exclaimed. Mr Campbell was for sure Tom's laziest teacher. Slapping work on the board to copy, making student's grades plummet, slipping the common swear word out his mouth... "It's the last day of the term and you've got ya' exams after half term. Do what ya' feckin' as long as you're revising. Listen to music and use your phones I don't care. Paper and highlighters are on the side if ya' need." His Irish accent creeping out the longer he spoke.

The students hurried to get paper, picking specific highlighters to colour code their work. Chloe's long nails separated the thin pieces of paper as she began to carry them back to her desk. "I can't get over that outfit man. That is fowl." Whispered Tom. Meanwhile, with Tom completely oblivious, his charcoal bottoms began to darken until they became fully black. They thinned out and began to softly tighten against his legs but remained baggy around his backside. Tom felt a sudden weight from his clothing drop around his ankles, he shrugged it off but little did he know, a pair of flares had just draped over his heel.

"Gonna grab some paper, do you want some?" Tom asked Ollie.

"Sure why not."

Tom stood on his feet taking his baggy hoodie off the back of his chair and wrapped it around his body. Suddenly he felt a tiny bit taller than usual... again he shrugged it off. Turns out his shoes had now become 1 inch heeled boots that began to click as he approach the teacher's desk.

"Uhhh Tom, what are you wearing?" Questioned Ollie.

He spun around confused. Members of the class began to snicker at Tom's new look.

"What do you mean-", Tom stumbled back, clicking his heels as he looked down at his skintight flares.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" Tom screamed.

The entire class darted their heads towards the screech and exploded in laughter and tears.

Tom could barely move. Shellshocked, he thought to himself.

What is happening?

Why is this happening?

How is this happening!?

Tom's black t-shirt began to shrink, he quickly picked up on this. Tom clawed at the shirt trying to stretch it back to it's former shape but it was no use. The shirt moulded into a cute baby tee with a feminine cut somehow complimenting his shoulders. Tom did not realise the material of his hoodie had completely changed, it was now a rougher more coat like material. A belt suddenly scrunched around his waist and his coat gained a more petite shape. The collar and cuffs of the coat began to fluff out into poofy manes of faux fur. He was wearing Chloe's outfit.

Tom rushed to the door on his left, he gripped the door handle and slammed it down but it was locked. His heart dropped, he stared at his fist clenching the handle. Long, nude acrylic nails were growing out his fingers. He nervously brushed his hair away from his face again, his new nails forcing him to do it in a feminine manner. His hair felt different, more soft, more curly.
It began to tingle and Tom flung his head upwards, staring at his reflection in the door window. His hair swept in front of his eyes and reached just past his shoulders. It was styled exactly like Chloe's hair, bouncy and fluffy, complimenting his face shape.

The class watched in awe, Chloe was astonished at how similar Tom's outfit was to Chloe's.

Why is this happening?

Ollie flicked his eyes back and forth between Chloe and Tom as he began to connect the dots.
Slowly the class did the same and Chloe rushed out the classroom in distress, clutching her handbag.

"Chloe!.." Mr Campbell muttered, more bothered about losing his job than Chloe's well being.

Ollie yelled, "Is she doing this?!"

"Stop!" Tom screeched.

Ollie turned to Tom, speechless.
Tom's body was beginning to change, he felt a burning sensation in his hips as they began to fill out the rest of his leggings. They expanded and became curvier than he had ever seen before, straining against the flexible fabric.

His lips inflated and his jawline became softer. His new plumped and glistening lips mouthing the words,

"Holy shit."

He stumbled back once again causing his ass to jiggle as he felt another burning sensation in his chest. His tee pushed outwards, rubbing up against his now sensitive nipples. He grabbed his chest trying to miraculously stop it from growing but accidentally let out a girly squeal; then followed by a large moan for the entire class to hear. All of a sudden, two perfectly large and rounded breasts were sitting on his chest.

The class snickered yet again, the teacher immediately telling them to be quiet as he tried to assess the situation. Tom wanted to burst out in tears and curl up in a ball but something was stopping him from doing so, as if he was paralysed and forced to experience this sheer embarrassment. His body hair sunk into his body and he brushed his delicate hands across his creamy porcelain skin.

"OUCH!" Tom let out another elegant squeal.

His crotch began to burn up, he had never felt this much pain. Tom dived his hands towards his bulge but was frightened to feel a soft opening. Tom wanted to slither his finger down his underwear and rub the soaking V between his legs.

Tom had never had thoughts like this before, the entire class including his best friend gazed at him in disbelief. Tom finally started to break down, tears ran down his dainty face and he scurried to his seat. Tom picked up a cream leather hand bag (which was once his dusty rucksack) without even having a second thought. He strutted out of class, his heels clicking, his thighs brushing against each other and his ass shaking with every footstep.

Tom stormed into the receptionist's office, lucky for him the front doors were still open, he paced out of the building stumbling on his boots.

"Excuse me young lady!" The receptionist exclaimed.

Tom managed to escape past the gates and he headed home.